Falstaff: To die is to be a counterfeit, for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man; but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have sav’d my life.

Shakespeare: Henry IV, Part 1 Act 5, Scene 4

We got word this week that our favorite motel in the mountains is re-opening today.  We’re resisting the urge to rush over there – the restaurants aren’t open for dining in yet, Great Smoky Mountains National Park is open and I fear it will be overrun.  Blue Ridge Parkway, last I heard, is still closed.

It appears that there are many people volunteering to be guinea pigs, and I’m happy to let them.  It’s not a matter of fear for me, but rather a sense that I don’t have to be first in line for anything.  There’s a message in that bell curve, and I’ll stay comfortably ensconced on my side of the curve for a little while longer.  Kathy & I are informally using our next haircut as our benchmark.  Salons open in Phase II, which should be another 2-3 weeks.  That will give plenty of time to see how the impatient ones make out.  In the meantime, our weight keeps sliding down the scale, so the longer we avoid restaurants the better off we are.  We’re getting plenty of exercise and fresh air and getting lots of long-overlooked projects out of the way.  Making the best of looking at the bright side, so to speak.

This is the last photo I’ve taken for this project, but as much as I said the other day that I was tired of it, I think I might continue, just perhaps with a different theme.  I figure we aren’t going anywhere so I might as well make new photos.  Maybe I’ll work on photos from outside the house instead of inside.  At the very least I’ll try to continue posting some kind of daily photo, even if it is one from the archives.  I’m working diligently on trying to finish up with my unprocessed photos and hope to have that project wrapped up soon.  There are plenty of treasures in that pile to share, too!

The following started as a comment on Earl’s blog, but I thought I would refine it a bit and share it here.  For Whatever Its Worth, as they say.

I’ve not been a regular viewer of (NY) Governor Cuomo’s briefings, but I have gained a good deal of respect for his candor and leadership.  His state is the epicenter of the virus in this country and New York is fortunate to have him in that position.  I only wish we could say the same of other places in the country.

I don’t remember the exact words, but someone recently described the leadership dilemma – in particular as it pertains to the Coronavirus but also about most other things – as something along the lines of “well-meaning people attempting to make the best choice between difficult options with limited information about something no one knows enough about.”  Close enough – you get the idea.

The question of “how much is a life worth” is a difficult one at best.  The best answer to that question depends on which Pandora’s Box you open first.  Or last.  Answering that one life is “priceless” is commendable, but if that is the case, shouldn’t we be doing everything possible to avoid other preventable deaths?  If so, we should outlaw all dangerous habits and behaviors.  Smoking kills but it is legal.  How about junk food?  Pick your poison.  Personal choice is in another box.  Everyone should be able to determine his or her level of risk and act accordingly, but there are limits to this freedom.  Does your choice to wear or not wear a mask take precedence over my right to not get your germs?  And then the economic costs are huge.  The government programs to help those who have lost their jobs are a drop in the bucket for those who are struggling to pay rent and buy food with no promise of when or if their jobs will return.  And that assumes that the money will go to the right people, which is questionable.

A certain number of people die from many things each year.  The Coronavirus is just one of them.  I’d love to see the amount of time, attention and money being thrown at this virus spent to eliminate all or most of them, but that will never happen.  The trillions of dollars being spent to prop up our economy – at unknown cost to our futures – could be spent on countless other things – ending our dependence on fossil fuels or improving our food supply to get rid of the crap that makes people sick are two examples.  A longer term approach would ultimately save even more lives than this virus will take.  Unfortunately, we are in a world that reacts to the short-term crisis and foists the long-term crisis off on someone else.

Ultimately, there is no right or wrong answer to this dilemma.  We each have to make a choice as to which experts we are going to pin our hopes to, hope that we have the right leaders and hope that the decisions they make are the ones that work out the best.  It’s too late to make second guesses or point fingers about what has or hasn’t happened.  But hopefully we can look forward, get through this, and use the lessons we’ve learned to be better prepared for the next time.  I’d like to think that could happen but am just cynical enough to expect that it won’t.

I’m amused this morning by the story of the 5-year old boy in Utah who had an argument with his mother because she refused to buy him a Lamborghini.  With $3 in his wallet he got in the family car and headed for California to buy his own.  He might have made it too, if it wasn’t for a suspicious Utah Highway Patrolman.  Way to take matters into your own hands!

Someone wondered how he learned to drive, and someone else speculated “X-Box!”